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5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme (For us he man became,
And still abides the same;
With him, is his blest aim.
Thrones and pow'rs in heav'nly places,
As the Author of their frame;
We with them
Human life and bitter passion,
And adore his saving name.
My soul so sensibly?
That urged thee to die;
So freely shed for me,
Flows all my happiness in time,
And in eternity
2 This grace, as long as life shall last,
I humbly will proclaim;
Who dust and ashes am:
'Tis deeply rooted in my heart,
Eras'd it ne'er shall be,
Thou hast redeemed me.
3 Thy mercy may I ne'er forget,
While here below I stay:
When I thy goodness weigh,
That I, poor sinner, am become
A child of thine, thro' grace,
Of ceaseless happiness.
4 With contrite tears I thee adore,
And thank for mercy free;
Ev’n in my small degree:
If thou support me with thy aid,
As my most gracious Lord;
Th' imperfect service which I yield,
Will joy lo thee afford.
5 Whenever my frail nature swerves 3 I see him in the garden
Beyond the proper bounds, (gives, Shed foods of bitter tears, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Sinking beneath the burden; How grievously it wounds;
I hear his anxious pray'rs; With eager
haste I therefore flee, I see him pine and languish, And safely wish to hide
As on the ground he lay, Within thy wounds, O God my Rock, Till, thro' his pores in anguish, And in those clefts abide.
The blood-sweat forc'd its way. 6 O thou, who to redeem my soul Didst on the cross expire,
4 I fully am assured
My Saviour loveth me, Grant I may love thee in return,
By all he hath endured Be this my fix'd desire:
In his great agony; Henceforth no more to cherish self,
His back plough'd o'er with furrows, But to thy praise to live,
His side pierc'd with a spear, Who lovedst me, and out of love
And unexampled sorrows, Thyself for me didst give.
His boundless love declare. 7 Thy suff'rings then, and bitter death,
My heart shall e'er retain ; 5 My fav’rite theme is Jesus, And earnestly I'll shun thro'grace,
All else I count but loss; All that which gives thee pain;
His love all thought surpasses, For nothing now which this vain world Ah, view him on the cross! Can offer or devise,
Thence hope and consolation Can yield me any further joy,
I freely can derive; : Nought but my ransom price.
Were he not my salvation,
I could not bear to live. 8 For ever then remain engravid
Deep in my heart's recess; 6 Near Jesus' cross I tarry, Thee whom I wish to love in truth, On him I fix mine eyes, O may my mouth confess :
Behold him spent and weary Grant that each sheep within thy fold A bleeding sacrifice;
Thy seal impress'd may bear, Once of his heav'nly glory Until thou, at the judgment day, I shall obtain a sight; In glory shalt appear.
But here, his suff'ring beauty 360.* T. 151.
Remains my chief delight. BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour
7 What undeserved favor Gives up his life and blood,
Hath Jesus to me shown! Thee to restore to favor,
Might I recline for ever And reconcile to God;
Upon his breast, like John. Thy ev'ry pain he eases,
Tis my heart's inclination, In him thou find'st relief,
Like Mary, oft to sit, Rise then, and sing his praises,
Until my consummation, Who turns to joy thy grief.
Lord, at thy pierced feet. 2 How is my soul delighted, 8 In my forlorn condition
Tho'shame o'erspreads my face, Thou, Lord, didst me receive, When I, by faith excited,
Thou savedst from perdition The Lamb of God can trace,
My soul, and badst me live: In all his bitter passion,
With inward spirit's ardor, Till dying on the tree !
I thank thee for thy grace ; He bare my condemnation,
Thyself this heav'nly fervor And gained life for me.
Of love to thee increase!
361. T. 146. I revere-him with fear:
But his expiration
Yields me consolation.
2 Heart-reviving is the view My soul by blood regained:
Of our lovely Saviour;
Him our highest Good to know, Accept a weeping eye,
Be our whole endeavour;
We're unclean,-full of sin,
But the stripes of Jesus
Heal all our diseases. 2 Jesus, thy dying love
3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee! And thy blood-bought salvation, Thou hast vict'ry gained, By day and night shall prove
And upon the cross for me. My fav'rite meditation,
Endless bliss obtained
; When I commune with thee,
Thou art mine,- I am thine; As tho' before mine
May my whole demeanor I saw thee bodily ;
To thy name give honor. My faith this vivifies.
363.* 3 I look to Golgotha, For me I view thee languish,
THANKS to the Man of sorrows be," And melt like wax away
To Jesus Christ, who set us free Before thy pain and anguish;
From sin and death, when on the cross
He suffer'd to retrieve our loss;
Had he not shed his blood our debt to The fountain too and bath
We still had been the devil's wretched For my offences all. 4 Most gracious God and Lord ! 2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed,
Life would a burden be indeed, Mankind's almighty Saviour !
No comfort could we ever find, Worthy to be ador'd
No By all both now and ever!
ray. of hope to cheer our mind; Those souls are blest indeed
But now on earth wemay enjoyhisgrace, Who thee embrace by faith,
And humbly hope in heav'n to see his As thou for us wast laid
face. Low in the dust of death.
3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth
Our Lord's atonement will set forth, 5 In thee I trust by faith,
Will love our Master unto death, Jesus, my God and Saviour;
And humbly cleave to him by faith. On thy atoning death
Lord Jesus, be thou prais’d eternally, My soul shall feed for ever;
If there no Jesus were, what should Thy suffrings shall remain
we be! Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man!
T. 146. Till I with thee shall rest.
WE sinners void of good,
Defila by sin and stained,
Yet bought with Jesus' blood,
Who our salvation gained,
As helpless, vile and poor, As the world's Creator,
Appear before his face, And regard the sinfulness
And humbly him adore Of my fallen nature;
For our blest lot of grace.
2 When we thy mercy weigh,
O LAMB once slain, my Lord and
Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Remain my heart's confession;
Our grateful praises claim. Thankful I call the slaughter'd Lamb, 3 Eternal thanks be thine,
Thy love is past expression, Author of our salvation !
For joy-weep I Thou didst our hearts incline,
O'er thy bloody--wounded budy, T'accept thy invitation;
For thy passion We are thy property,
Hath procur'd for me salvation. O may we thine abide;
2 Thy blood was shed for me, I know, This is our only plea,
For my redemption did it flow;
O sweetest consolation !
can make me truly satisfy'd, THY blood, thy blood the deed hath There is true bliss,
But thy blood-bought salvation : wrought,
Virtue healing--all that's ailing, : That won me for thee, Saviour;
Strength supplying "Else had I never on thee thought,
Life, altho' my flesh be dying.
My suff'ring, dying Lord for me 3 I feel how much in debt I am, Upon the cross outstretched;
This makes me oft ashamed; If from my view this should depart,
Yea I should be most wretched :
But he knows me 4 O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded;
To be feeble,--and not able
For a moment And trust in thy atoning death,
To live without his atonement. Whereon my bliss is grounded.
2 A sinner I, and full of blame; 5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; But “Saviour” is his precious name; But under thy direction,
He nothing will deny me; Let me experience, while I live
His blood was shed for me, I know, On earth, thy kind protection.
Thence blessings in abundance flow, 6 May this each day be my employ, Nought else could satisfy me.
The fruits of thy blest passion My God !-thy blood
Pardon, life, and grace dispensing.
3 Therefore I'll ever view my
God, And for the wonders of thy grace, His body cover'd o'er with blood,
With humble thanks adore thee. His soul with grief oppressed;
This sight removes all doubt and fear, 12 To love thee, Lord,-ah! this
Ev'n here is heav'nly bliss;
With thy love my heart inspire,
There by faith for ever dwell;
Nothing but thy love to feel.
3 He bore the curse of all, 368. T. 141.
A spotless criminal:
Burden'd with our crimes and guilt,
Blacken'd with imputed sin,
Man to save his blood he spilt,
Dy'd, to make the sinner clean.
4 Join earth and heav'n to bless Nothing thee incited But unbounded grace,
The Lord our Righteousness;
Sinn'd we all, and dy'd in One; To bear condemnation
Just in One we all are made: In the sinners' place.
Christ the law fulfill'd-alone,
Dy'd for all, for all obey'd.
5 In him complete I shine,
His death, his life is mine;
Fully am I justify'd;
Free from sin, and more than free,
Guiltless, since for me he dy'd,
Righteous, since he liv'd for me! 3 In thy wounds, O Jesus !
6 Jesus! to thee I how,
Approach thee humbly now.
O the depths of love divine !
Who thy wisdom's stores can tell?
Knowledge infivite is thine,
All thy ways unsearchable.
FULL to my view,--In bloody hue, 4 I unworthy sinner
The Lamb of God
Stretch'd out upon the wood,
With wounds and stripes and scarsa
The nails and spear-His body tear,
The fountain in his side.
2 His matchless worth--None can set
Or duly praise
He bore most willingly–For me
Pour my eyes a ceaseless flood, Which caus'd his death,
Catch, my heart, the issuing blood ! He died to ransom us.